Amalia Anderson
I can get used to this. Waking up in Andrew's arms, there was no need to have s*x, or to make out, just feeling his arms securing me against his chest, warm, possessive, protective, was enough for now. It was intimate as hell without the intimacy of s*x. It was a different feeling, one that made me feel better after the whole ordeal in Vegas.
"Hey, kitten." his soft eyes landed on me, and I sighed, feeling happy.
"Hey, good morning, handsome..." I smiled.
"I have training in about thirty minutes..." he said, and I looked at the time; it was five in the morning. Why does he have training on Mondays this early? It is inhuman!
"Seriously?" I pouted, and he chuckled.
"I am used to it, Kitten..." he pecked my temple.
"I have classes from 8 am until 1 pm," I sighed,
